Posts by Spottedfern .

Hey, this mollie looked very similar to her. She examined the apprentice-aged feline for a few more heartbeats, before padding over, eager to introduce herself. "Hello Breezepaw," she chirped, before turning to face the other Bengal. "Hello. I'm Spottedfern."

Sorry for my inactivity everyone, it's been really hard to balance school, work and dancing, and all three have taken my muse away. Hopefully I can become more active again soon, but I doubt that will happen.

I like the idea of a bear. Maybe it makes Snakerocks it's home, and maybe it kills few NPCs, so then ThunderClan has to come up with a plan to lure it away.

/Spottedfern won't be gone for very long. I just need some time for work, school and dancing, all of which are draining my muse. Hopefully I'll have some muse in a week or two and I can bring Spotty back.

The Bengal walked peacefully along the border, remarking weak scent markers as she went along. It was a rather warm leaf-bare dusk. Not long until it was new-leaf. The thought excited her.

Suddenly, a monster stopped and moved onto the grass beside the thunderpath. No.... this wasn't supposed to happen. This was absurd. Monsters NEVER left the path! Her muscles tensed, and she was shocked for a few seconds, blinded by the glowing eyes of the monster. How was it possible that their eyes glowed so bright? A gasp escaped her mouth as a Twoleg emerged from the flank of the monster. Quickly, she whipped around, beginning to run.

But the Twoleg was quicker. A strange net was thrown around her, and she scrambled helplessly. "Oh my! Help! Somebody!" she yelled, eyes wide as an owl's. Before she knew it, she was thrown inside a strange den with metal bars that was inside the belly of the monster. The monster snarled viciously before moving back onto the Thunderpath and speeding along the path.

Would she ever come home again?

/I couldn't resist posting on this lmao

Spootedfern was te best worrier in all the fOrest. Se had te longest , sharpest cloors. She wAz spyng on blodclen. she hiDe be hind a fense. Se wach thru a whole. dumb bludclan. All of dem shood dye1 why wood they kill hlpless kittiepts. She thort. shold I step in an hlp the kittpet. Mqybe not I dun wan dye. She keep wachig, skared that the kittypwt well git hart.

"Oh no skiry bludclners!" Spootedfrm yowleded. Bl00d SpuRted fro her hed as nymf attaker her. "Lef me aloonene!1" then she raN in2 the foorest bk 2 her home. "I"m goong ta dye!" she yelleleled.

/will reply tomorrow, super busy today! Would you mind bumping this for me ❤️

/I now have plenty of time and muse for Spotty, so I've decided to return her!

It had only been a few sunrises, but it had seemed like forever.

Spottedfern had been taken from ThunderClan territory, the beloved place she had called home for her whole life, by the bald pink paws of a Twoleg. Thrown into the belly of a monster, they had travelled for a while, from dusk to dawn. And finally, they had arrived at their destination, a Twoleg nest nestled within a busy Twolegplace. It wasn't the same Twolegplace that BloodClan resided in. No, it was far east of ShadowClan and ThunderClan. Inside the Twoleg nest was a horrifying sight: rows upon rows of shiny metal dens containing scared, confused cats.

And Spottedfern became one of those cats. She was forced to eat disgusting, dry pellets like rabbit droppings, and lap up metallic water. She slept in a very soft nest, the only good thing about the whole incident. It was like many layers of moss piled up and covered with a smooth skin, allowing her to at least sleep peacefully.

She honestly thought she would never see ThunderClan again, until she met a kittypet named Frankie.

He was a plump grey kittypet with long, tangled fur and a muzzle grey with age. His eyes were yellow pools of wisdom. Together, the two had come up with a fool-proof escape plan, and both made their way home.

Exhausted and shaken up, Spottedfern appeared in camp, looking worn out and a bit gaunt. She saw no need to announce her presence, so she just sat down and began to groom her ruffled fur.

In Australia today it's really hot. Luckily I have plenty of icy poles in the freezer.

Take all the time you need! Hope everything goes smoothly :)

Sad to see Adder step down! She led ThunderClan well! But congratulations Pantha!

It was strange to return and see that Adderstar had stepped down. But she was confident in Mossflight's abilities to lead ThunderClan, and knew she was a strong cat, intolerant of silliness. She exited the den. It might have been a bit surprising to some to see her bony frame. Her hips jutted out, and her ribs could be seen. She had been trying to put on weight. But she was just so stressed. She'd just been captured by Twolegs, just after she'd recovered from losing her tail. Would things ever go right?

/Thank you ❤️
"I slept rather well, thank you," she purred. Truely, she was feeling a lot better to be back in the warriors den after being captured by Twolegs and only returning recently. And plus, she was used to sharing a den with many other cats, as she had done so her whole life. As long as they weren't annoying, then she was fine. "How about you?"

Spottedfern was not in the best condition currently. Her bones were visible and her fur had lost its sheen. One could say she was depressed. Something like that. She just didn't have the ability to be happy anymore. It was like she was suddenly devoid of emotion.
She sat by the warriors den, expressionless as she scanned the camp, keeping her gaze fixed on mainly one spot.

Listening intently, she let the information sink in. It was certainly strange to see yet another leader step down—and a great leader, too. Wherever Adderstar was now, she just wished her good luck.
Thornstar. The name suited her. And she could easily guess why the new leader decided to name herself that: after her son Thornkit. She wondered where the fluffy young seal-point was now. Hopefully alive and well.
Taking over Sunningrocks? Her eyes glinted with interest. She believed Sunningrocks belonged to ThunderClan, and rightfully so. She was eager to battle again—it had been far too long. Peace was nice, and all... but if life was all rainbows and flowers, where was the fun in that?
Embarrassment flooded her body as Thornstar gave her a warning. She lowered herself slightly, not wanting anybody to see her. How deeply embarrassing... she had always been proud of her rank. She was obviously not doing her duty as a senior warrior. I will just have to be better. Well, at least Stoneface had received a promotion. She had deputy potential, in her opinion. A fairly obvious choice.

Tiredly, she rested her eyes on dear little Crystalkit (who was actually Crystalpaw; she was unaware of her apprenticeship). "Oh, hello Crystalkit." She purred. It was great to finally see one of her Clanmates. As far as she was concerned, her Clan was her family. They all meant something to her... even Adderpaw. "I'm fine, just tired, and a little shocked. Fresh-kill would be wonderful please," she sighed gratefully. "I'll tell you all about it after I eat something." She was feeling absolutely ravenous.

"I'll tag along if that's okay, help if needed." Spottedfern offered a smile, padding up to the group. She'd been away for so long; the least she could do is help out with the apprentices. Young cats could certainly be pawfuls of trouble.

A rather strange sight to see Stoneface's backside poking out of a Twoleg contraption of some sort. Cautiously, she approached, eyeing the boxes as if one were about to jump out and attack her. "What are these?" she wondered aloud, sniffing one before unsheathing her claws and running them down the soft material. Ah, a good old scratch always felt great. What a wonderful way to loosen up the muscles.
Twolegs were so weird. What use could they possibly make of the boxes? Strange.

Everyone was vanishing. Even Spottedfern herself had seemingly poofed into thin air until now. She hadn't seen Tanglefoot around for a while... she worried about her. A lot. Where could she possibly be? "I'm sorry to hear about Honeyheart's disappearance," the Bengal mewed sympathetically. She had never personally met the medicine cat, but she had always seemed nice. And she had been medicine cat for quite a while now. And she had to agree with Thornstar on that one: no trespassing.

This she-cat seemed to be in poor condition. Almost a sack of bones... a bit like herself. Spottedfern was slowly managing to put on weight, though. Letting her heart take control, like she often allowed it to, she decided to speak up. "Are you alright?" Even if this cat was a RiverClanner... well, no cat deserved death. Spottedfern had certainly had her fair share of near-death experiences.

Friends with Spotty? I can see both of them getting along well. :)